Rucron nods from a knelt position, getting up to his full height of 6'5". Hrolfir looks up at him, though not that high of an angle from his eyes to Rucron's. He then looks down to match eyes with Theren. "Yes, there is one job that you may help with at this moment: escorting me back to the palace. The royal guards have something else to attend to on the traderoads." A guard nods, gestures for the rest to follow him, and they get on their horses, trudging off to the south. "We have extra ice horses," he says, leading you all outside to the sight that is the ice horses.

They aren't much, just beautiful, pale white-blue with blonde-to-white manes. They have fur on their backs and puffier tails, as well as comfy saddles. So the definition of "much".

The ride back to the city is quite graceful, the docile horses running through the snow playfully, yet dutifully. Arriving at the gate you see the bones of many skeletons strewn all across the ground, a good dozen with vertebrae sawed in half.

And finally, the arrival at the palace/city hall/political bigwig building. "I commend you for your efforts," he says with a wave, tying up his horse and grabbing the reins of yours, "Tomorrow is the tournament in honor of my child's birthday and squire Edrin's knighthood. I would expect your attendance, and possible participation if you wish."

The royal translator chatters out the same words, then makes a mad dash for the door where a visible roaring fire burns.

(You are all level 3)